into the haze (of nightmares) | prologue |
Sometimes Lu Han would just sit there, his head laying on his cool desk and let his fingers beat out a familar rhythm.
Tap tap... tap tap tap.
He'd close his eyes, only to have them flutter open, wider then before as memories, long-gone, hidden, seemily destroyed memories unearthed themselves.
Soft hair, a beating of synchronized hearts, a tender whisper in his ear, a wisp of a happier life.
No matter what, it always came back to him. His only regret and wish.
Minseok.
Tap tap... tap tap tap.
He'd close his eyes, only to have them flutter open, wider then before as memories, long-gone, hidden, seemily destroyed memories unearthed themselves.
Soft hair, a beating of synchronized hearts, a tender whisper in his ear, a wisp of a happier life.
No matter what, it always came back to him. His only regret and wish.
Minseok.